Page 177 of Tell Me What You Want

The feelings he provokes in me make my breathing difficult as he introduces more and more of himself inside me.

“Come on, Miss Flores,” he whispers in my ear. “Respond.”

“I like it ... Yes ... Go on.”

I gasp. My body is electric in his possession. He moves in order to execute a deeper, more unyielding lunge. He likes my response and holds my hips tighter, burying himself in me over and over until I scream. Holding his shoulders, I push down on him again and again. He squeezes me tight against him, and I scream again. Our dance finally makes me come, and he ejaculates inside me.

For a few seconds, I remain on his lap and feel his kisses on my neck.

“This night is going to be mine, all mine.”

“That’s what I want.”

He smiles, and his face, his expression, reveal his happiness.

“Lift your beautiful body very carefully from mine, but don’t go away.”

I do as he says. He presses something in the limousine, and suddenly, there are tissues. He takes one and brings it between my legs to clean me off. That gets me even more excited. I see he is coming back to life as well.

“Miss Flores ... relax and wait until we get back to the hotel to continue the game,” he says as a warning.

He cleans himself, buttons his pants, and sits me down on top of him again.

“I want you ... I want to play ... I want you to offer me ...”

“Mmm ...” He smiles and brings his mouth near my mine. “Any game in particular?”

“You have carte blanche. You choose. All I want is to be completely yours.”

He laughs and kisses me. Two minutes later, the car comes to a stop. I climb out without my tanga and follow Eric to the elevator. In the suite, we stay in the living room. There’s an ice bucket with champagne, waiting for us. He looks at me from head to toe.

“You’re a knockout.”

Feeling flirty, I spin around for him. I’m wearing a black dress that goes to my knees, with a plunging neckline and an open back.

“Thanks,” I say, having fun but noticing that there’s no one here.

He opens a bottle of pink champagne, pours me a glass, and takes a sip.

“Come on ... follow me.”

We go into the bedroom, and I see there are several toys on the bed. My nipples stiffen and my sex contracts.

Eric turns up the music, hugs me, and kisses me on the lips.

“Ready to play?”

I nod in response to his hot kiss.

He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up to his height so he can kiss me anew.

“It’s a gorgeous dress ... but take it off.”

He lets me down and sits on the bed, waiting for me to comply. Without delay, I take off the wide belt I have around my hips and then undo the snaps along the length of my body. The dress falls to my feet, and I’m standing there, wearing only a lovely black bra.

At that precise moment, the door of the bedroom opens, and a redhead walks in. I don’t know who she is, but I know what she’s come for.

“Her name is Helga,” Eric informs me. “She’s a colleague of Björn’s who’s coincidentally staying at the hotel on her way through Spain.”

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